Chapter 492: Chapter 492 Golden Cup_1 Chapter 492: Chapter 492 Golden Cup_1 Not bad at all!
Fu Qian was very satisfied with this result.
According to the characteristics of the Abyssal Chronicle, the sentence quickly vanished, indicating that the object causing the anomaly had not been taken away.
This was definitely good news, aning that his trip had not been in vain.
Of course, the current problem was that, although it was right here, he couldn’t see it or sense even a trace of it.
It was hidden in a way that was incomprehensible.
Astonishing, but no matter, as long as it was still here.
Fu Qian placed his hand on the black stone wall and let his fingertips trace one of the patterns.
This space wasn’t large; it seed like nothing more than an empty underground area.
The excavator had found the target but didn’t take it away; instead, they hid it here.
Not only was it invisible, but there wasn’t any perceptible overspill of influence.
Why they did this wasn’t clear at the mont, but this thod undoubtedly involved Transcendent powers.
And to deceive a Demigod to this extent, the rank was probably not low.
Fu Qian thought as he wandered around the area.
There were indeed still ans available.
Ding ding!
After walking a full circle around the area, Fu Qian didn’t hesitate and imdiately took out a transparent bell.
In the crisp ringing of the bell, the Eternal Clarity Mind was activated, and Transcendent effects were dispelled.
And in the next mont, Fu Qian noticed the scenery before his eyes had changed.
On the black stone slab beneath him, at the center of a distorted pattern, a cup suddenly appeared out of thin air.
The cup had an odd shape, about the size of a palm, shimring with a golden hue.
What made it morable were the patterns that were markedly different from those around it, resembling countless intertwined vortices.
It was only a fleeting glimpse, and the cup quickly disappeared from his sight again.
The rank was indeed high, and the effect even shorter than that of a Pregnant Angel under special conditions.
Fu Qian stared at the spot where the cup had vanished, his finger on the rcy Trigger, ultimately choosing not to press it.
Although the ti was brief, there actually had been a chance to act.
And even if the Transcendent effect of the bullet didn’t work, the kinetic energy alone would have been more than enough to knock over the cup.
The reason he chose not to shoot was partly because he wasn’t certain what exactly was hidden here; a rash action could lead to unpredictable and potentially disastrous consequences.
If it was sothing like the Abyssal Mist from the Rotten Forest, without a proper containnt thod, the people of Bee Monkey City might suffer.
On the other hand, the design of the cup gave Fu Qian a sense of déjà vu.
Closing his eyes, Fu Qian carefully recalled the contour of the cup he had just glimpsed.
Soon he rembered where he had seen sothing similar before — the Monastery.
That ancient building was covered with various inscriptions and decorations, many of which were hard to make out.
Fu Qian vaguely rembered seeing that contour more than once there.
So it really wasn’t just any proper monastery, was it?
Fu Qian stroked his chin, thinking over the possibility that You Er had chosen that place to hide for a reason, likely knowing far more than Fu Qian had imagined.
It seed he needed to take a look there.
…
Having made up his mind, Fu Qian didn’t waste ti and headed back the way he ca.
He moved the floor back into its original place and, unsurprisingly, found that the worker was still there.
However, the worker’s attention was clearly not focused here, but he was deeply engrossed in sothing ahead.
He appeared completely oblivious to what Fu Qian had done.
Fu Qian envied such focused dedication.
As he left, Fu Qian deliberately passed by the worker to see what was so fascinating to him.
And in the next mont, Fu Qian discovered that what was hanging in that direction was an oil painting.
This… looks sowhat familiar!
Fu Qian glanced at the plump human body in the painting.
If he rembered correctly, this staff mber had once introduced to him that this painting was the museum’s treasure.
Of course, before he finished speaking, he had already dismantled the painting entirely.
What’s happening here?
As he pondered, Fu Qian noticed that the staff mber had started to move, with stiff arms searching up and down.
At a glance, it seed rather indecent.
He shouldn’t be so obsessed with the human form as to lose his sanity, Fu Qian shook his head.
After all, as an ordinary person, Fu Qian didn’t think this staff mber could see much detail in the dark.
Is he feeling for the glass?
In the next mont, Fu Qian realized sothing.
The movent of the staff mber’s hands seed like he was confirming whether the glass was intact.
Because of what he had done during his previous mission, had he left a profound shadow on him?
Fu Qian guessed a possibility.
Indeed, after being tornted, these people seed to all have Bernard Syndro, struggling to distinguish reality.
After reflecting for a while, as the creator of shadows, Fu Qian thought it best not to disturb the man further and quickly left.
…
Compared to his mory, the Monastery was exactly the sa.
Standing in the darkness, Fu Qian looked up at the building before him.
Quickly, he found a familiar outline amidst the intricate carvings.
Indeed, the pattern of that cup was cleverly hidden here, and it was in the central position.
After confirming that his mory was correct, Fu Qian directly followed a familiar path.
His destination was simple—the place where You Er, under the alias Niwalis, lived.
After sending him off to his death last ti, he hadn’t had the chance to collect the spoils of war.
The Monastery today was more unruly than usual.
In his perception, even the monks seed unable to escape convention, affected more or less by the Nightmare, their emotions not as stable as usual, with so even singing loudly, making it quite lively.
And as he moved silently through the darkness, approaching his destination, Fu Qian suddenly sensed a familiar presence.
Why would she be here?
Realizing who it was, Fu Qian slowed his steps and finally stopped in front of a slightly open door.
Without hesitation, he reached out and pushed it open.
Towards the direction of the narrow window, a familiar figure stood there, with her back towards him, gazing into the boundless darkness.
The sound of Fu Qian opening the door undoubtedly drew her attention; the next mont, she turned around.
“Hello, Dr. Kelly.”
Indeed, the familiar presence that Fu Qian felt was not Niwalis coming back to life, nor Rosetta, but the psychologist Kelly.
And under her puzzled gaze, Fu Qian greeted her with a smile, gracefully.
“You are…”
Kelly clearly didn’t recognize Fu Qian, her brow furrowed even more for a mont.
“I’ve consulted you before about so psychological issues.”
Fu Qian maintained his composure, smiling as he explained.
“Is that so? Sorry, it seems I’ve forgotten, my mory hasn’t been very good recently.”
After listening to Fu Qian’s explanation, Kelly nodded slightly, seemingly easily accepting his statent.
Not only that, but she even sighed and apologized proactively.
“I never used to forget my patients, but lately… there have been too many, too many.”
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